★ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ★ (𝓐𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓮)
ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ, ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ
ᴼᶠ ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈˡᵉˢˢ ᶜˡⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳʳʸ ˢᵏⁱᵉˢ;
ᴬⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ
ᴹᵉᵉᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵃˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ;
ᵀʰᵘˢ ᵐᵉˡˡ ᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ
ᵂʰⁱᶜʰ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵃᵘᵈʸ ᵈᵃʸ ᵈᵉⁿⁱᵉˢ.
ᴼⁿᵉ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ, ᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉˢˢ,
ᴴᵃᵈ ʰᵃˡᶠ ⁱᵐᵖᵃⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉ
ᵂʰⁱᶜʰ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʳᵃᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʳᵉˢˢ,
ᴼʳ ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗᵉⁿˢ ᵒ'ᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ;
ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡʸ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢ,
ᴴᵒʷ ᵖᵘʳᵉ, ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵈʷᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ⁻ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ.
ᴬⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒ'ᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇʳᵒʷ,
ˢᵒ ˢᵒᶠᵗ, ˢᵒ ᶜᵃˡᵐ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵉˡᵒqᵘᵉⁿᵗ,
ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷⁱⁿ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱⁿᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍˡᵒʷ,
ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʸˢ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵒᵒᵈⁿᵉˢˢ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ,
ᴬ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ,
ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ!
